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A Life Of Promise

 

A baby boy enters the world

A mom and daddy's pride and joy

They raise him up to knows whats right

To try and keep him in the light

The dark and heavy weighed him down

He can not seem to lose his frown

The pain became too much to bear

Now the darkness is his lair

Brooding, hiding in the shadows

Wanting solace, finding none

He takes the short cut to the end

And now his pain is finally done

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QUOTE (Good @ bad,andrush,Apr 12 2011, 01:31 PM)
TAILS of hopeless despair.


Tails of hopeless THIS PEAR.

I'm sorry but what the hell does this have to do with dark poetry?

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QUOTE (Xanadu93 @ Apr 12 2011, 10:19 PM)
QUOTE (Good @ bad,andrush,Apr 12 2011, 01:31 PM)
TAILS of hopeless despair.


Tails of hopeless THIS PEAR.

I'm sorry but what the hell does this have to do with dark poetry?

Was pointing out that tales was misspelled and then misspelled despair because I felt like it.

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QUOTE (Good,bad,andrush @ Apr 13 2011, 01:44 AM)
QUOTE (In A Tidewater Surge @ Apr 13 2011, 12:31 AM)
How do you figure it's misspelled? You're a tad dense, aren't you?

He edited it. It used to say tails.

Sorry I hung you out to dry, GB&R. It did indeed say tails, before I edited it. rofl3.gif

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QUOTE (In A Tidewater Surge @ Apr 13 2011, 09:42 AM)
Oh, my bad tongue.gif

laugh.gif and I can't spell for shit! icon_really_happy_guy.gif

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Oberon - Spike Milligan

 

The flowers in my garden

grow down

Their colour is pain

Their fragrance sorrow.

Into my eyes grow their roots

feeling for tears

To nourish the black

hopeless rose

within me.

 

Nervous breakdown

Bournemouth

February 1967

 

Manic Depression - Spike Milligan

 

The pain is too much

A thousand grim winters

grow in my head

In my ears

the sound of the

coming dead.

All seasons

All sane

All living

All pain.

No opiate to lock still

my senses

Only left,

the body locked tenses.

 

St. Luke's Hospital

Psychiatric Wing

1953/4

 

 

 

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Spike Milligan

St. Luke's Hospital

Psychiatric Wing

1953/4

 

Due to being Shell-Shocked during WWII, Spike Milligan suffered severe bouts of depression (hence above address), despite this the man was a comic genius fronting several seasons of comedy sketch television shows in the late 70's early 80's.

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One of my faves.

 

The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

by Randall Jarrell

 

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,

And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.

Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life,

I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.

When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

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QUOTE (ghostworks @ Jun 8 2011, 02:41 PM)
QUOTE (An Enemy Without @ Jun 8 2011, 01:34 PM)
I wrote this myself



'Twas a sunny day
I was playing in the sun
And then there were clouds

pretty damn bleak... eh.gif

It's what I was going for.

 

Haikus are great.

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The ice

It cracks like a whip under his feet

The ice

A chasm splits it down the middle

The ice

Makes a sickening creak like death

The ice

Snaps and he tumbles underneath

The ice

Breaks and there's nothing I can do

The ice

Keeps him under and I try to grab him but

The ice

Blocks my way; blocks my hand and

The ice

Is ultimately the barrier

Between life and death.

 

Dunno where this came from.

Probably has something to do with Christopher Walken swinging a cane madly into a vase and yelling something about ice... wink.gif

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The March And The Stream

 

Stream brought words

and Stream brought meanings

Through its aether were seen all beings

beauty revealed as cruelty

Core of grief as death of desire

 

Stream flow in depth unmatched

crossed a statue with no hearing

March came colder than invited

crossed a realm of two endings

Stream to a sea had started turning

 

 

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Complete darkness envelopes the soul

There is no way to navigate through it

A battle you cannot win

Helpless, just stay where you are

Your mind is the prison

You won't survive

You're torment is yourself

No escape

No escape

 

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